K a z e
The confrontation between the two females seemed to be heating up. At least, the verbal sparring was quite vicious - physically, they both seemed fine with keeping their hands to themselves. That suited Kaze just fine, as he did not know what Quirks they held, and being a potential casualty to a massive brawl was quite low on his to-do list. A female in a kimono seemed fine with leaping between them, saying, rather cutely, not to fight. Let's be nice, she said.
'An optimistic thought.' His smirk fell away, Kaze crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against a nearby stack of pallets as the argument continued. Both females had a point - killing the guards was unnecessary, he was almost completely sure of that. At the same time, it was extremely unlikely that a group of heroes would show up at the shipyard, at twelve o' clock midnight, to avenge a couple of unnamed casualties. The voices were beginning to grate on his nerves, actually. As he opened his eyes, ready to end the argument then and there, a series of events happened at once.
The walls all around them slammed shut, sealing off any sort of escape. He had been expecting something like this from the start, but didn't think of any sort of way to escape, in the case of such a trap. Simultaneously, a bomb fell from the ceiling, hannging on a string and counting down from five. Completely skipping one, it fell onto zero, seemingly activing the trap floor beneath them. Kaze straightened up, eyes cold and sharp as he completely ignored gravity, and floated slowly down. As soon as his feet touched the floor, softly and silently, he turned his gaze towards the front of the basement-like room. A man in a Kabuki mask, backed by eight short, odd-looking robots, began speaking.
As he listened, committing the words to memories, Kaze began to examine the situation. Large room, eight robots, and he was stuck with a dysfunctional group of villains. They had to take out the robots, one for each villain, lest the room get filled with the contraptions. Titanium alloy...how would it stand up to a raging tempest? For now, he had to observe - watch his teammates movements, and decide on how to act. Apparently, the bots lacked ranged weaponry? Otherwise, he doubted that they could move very swiftly with their rotund frames.
The bone girl seemed well-equipped, forming what appeared to be a mace and armor made from her own bones. She spoke of blunt attacks, which held merit for those with the strength to make a dent in titanium. The happy girl from before threw her...slipper at one of them? He didn't have time to look further into her actions, as the guy who told him to get closer to the group decided to transform into a...gilled shark creature.
There were truly odd people.
But...Kaze already had a plan. As the shark boy ran at the bots, biting and getting slashed, Kaze patiently made his way from the back of the group, taking his gloved hands out of his pockets. As he moved closer to the bots, his hair began to shake and flow through the air, visible wisps of wind building from his feet, and growing stronger as it circulated and surrounded his body. Within seconds, he was a nice distance away from the bots. Sharp eyes pierced the gaze of one of the more dutiful-looking contraptions. He'd leave the weaker ones to those unsuited to this task.
With a flick of his right wrist, a heavy blast of wind slammed forward, throwing dust and dirt sky-high. It slammed into the bot, sending it careening into the side of the warehouse with a resounding boom.
Eyes narrowed, Kaze inhaled, before viciously slashing his hands in front of him, in an 'X' like fashion. Swiftly, two long, shimmering blades of pure wind formed in front of him, before blasting forward at incredibly high speeds. The blades slammed into the bot, which had just fell out of the dent in the wall, carving an 'X' shaped gouge in it's armor.
Exhaling softly, Kaze made his way towards the bot, wind encasing and circling his arm, forming a large, narrow drill. If slashing wouldn't work, drills were made to pierce the heavens.